CHAPTER VIL.

 
   

s HE lady you saw to-day, Mary,”
said Pegoy, after a long pause, “‘ has
¢ taken a fancy to have ye for her
maid.” | |

“Td die first!” was Mary’s impulsive
answer. “ ‘

“She may write to you; or, if she takes
it into her head to come here after you,
| what would you do then?” |

‘She could not force me to live with her
against my will. Why, have you anything
to do with her, Peggy? You have lashings
of work from plenty of sober ladies.”

Pegey smiled ; but it was a bitter, regret-
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